Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.